Break // Kiingtong

Chapter 2

Lainey.

My head was buried into my pillow as I sobbed loudly. I was broken. As was my heart. Will and I had been together for three and a half Years. three and a half years.

That's what hurt the most. We had been together since highschool and he just throws our love away like it meant nothing to him. It probably did mean nothing to him. On the other hand, it meant everything to me.

I had ruined my relationship with my father because I love-d Will and he just walks away from me like it was nothing.

My father thought Will wasn't right for me and that he would end up breaking my heart. Why didn't I believe him?! If I just believed my dad, none of this would have happened. And now I'm alone.

I had yelled at my father and told him that I hated him because he didn't approve of my relationship with Will and my mother was an alcoholic, in rehab, so she wasn't around to talk to my dad and get him to calm down. I only had a brother, but he lived in New York with his wife so I was considered as daddy's little girl and I hated it. But now I wish I could just go back to being daddy's little girl.

I sniffled as I rolled over and looked over my apartment that held so many memories. Happy memories now became sad memories and sad memories seemed to get even sadder.

Will left -or I kicked him out- yesterday so I was alone in our-- my apartment. Tears were constantly streaming down my cheeks and I let them. There was no point trying to stop them. They never would.

In a split second I made a decision. My hands shook as I reached out for my phone, pressing 6. The speed-dial for him.

"Hello?" His voice spoke, with a slight confused tone, probably not checking who it was that called them. "Hellooo?" The voice dragged out and I could sense he was about to hang up on me.

"Dad.." I cried out and I heard him gasp slightly on the other end of the phone "You were right," I cried into the phone line and I heard him sigh slightly.

"I'm coming over." He stated and I nodded, hearing hang up just as I realised he couldn't actually see me.

-flashback

"I just had an awful nightmare." I cried out into my phone, panting slightly as I tried to catch my breath from panicking so much about the dream I couldn't even remember.

"Are you okay?" I hummed and heard him cough slightly. "I'll be over in five, leave your window open." Will spoke into the line and I hummed again, hearing him opening and closing his car door before he hung up.

-flashback over

That night, Will climbed into my window and we talked as he cuddled me in his arms until I fell asleep.

When I woke up Will was gone, a note in his place. I looked over at the note on the coffee table that I had kept.

Lainey,

I swore to myself that I wouldn't fall in love. I swore. I didn't want to fall in love. I don't like love.

You are the only exception

-will x

Will's parents had divorced when he was eighteen and if broke him. His father moved across the country -to Ireland to be more exact- and Will stayed with his Mother.

He had always told me that he liked me. He always would say 'Lainey, I like you. And you know I do. But it can never be more than just sex and you know that.'

This speech would be presented to me every time I asked Will to stay the night or meet my parents or something. He told me he never fell in love. And he did.

That's what hurt me.

He swore to me that he wouldn't love me and I excepted that, happy to have him in my life at least but then he goes and tells me he loves me, making my life a lot harder.

A loud knock erupted from my doorway and my head shot up at the sound.

I pushed myself up from the couch and walked over to my front door, opening the door and seeing my father standing there, a bag in his hands. I pulled him into a hug and cried on him as he patted my back soothingly, telling me that everything was going to be fine.

Was it really?

Or is that just some fucked up thing people say?

I'm going with the second option.

Once my dad let me out of the hug he gave my forehead a quick kiss and passed me the bag. I gave him a look before opening it, seeing multiple chocolates, three different dvds and a small box.

We walked into my apartment, me closing the door behind my dad, before sitting on the couch.

I took the small box out of the bag and gave my dad a questioning look. My dad just nodded expectantly, waiting for me to open the box, when I did he spoke.

"That was your mothers.." He spoke as I took the beautiful necklace. "I gave it to her on our six month anniversary..." He continued. "She wanted me to give it to you, so you could pass it along the family." I nodded, clutching the necklace.

My mother had gone back to rehab. She was 'freed' two years ago and was clean for a year and seven months before it started again and she was taken back.

"Thank you," I spoke, placing the necklace back in the box and the box on the table, before pulling my dad into a hug, crying on his shoulder.

What a fucked up life I had.

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A/N

HEYYY

whats up?

having a good day?

i started school again two days ago and i already hate it

my stupid maths teacher gave me homework tonight and last night. like... nahh i literally JUST got back. you need to calm your shit down.

anyways

when are you guys starting school -if you are in school at least.

:)

-laura